Told you it wouldn't be long until I got the next chapter up! Ok, it was, but I had severe writers block.

 Anyway, this is a flashback chapter, indicating key points in David's life, and this Chapter (And the rest of the story will be from Davids POV, apart from bits where it indicates otherwise.)

As it says in the Summary, this is AU. Which means slang and stuff is all in here, even though this is set during the 20's/30's/40's.

Some of the things here may disturb you. However, I believe that everyone 13+ will have read similar things before, so if you're offended, too bad. :-P

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Chapter One.

Dreams.

DAVID

My name is David Schmidt. And my life is shit.

Hey, that rhymed.

First good rhyme I've ever made. I'm not good at poetry. I'm not good at anything, to be honest.

This is probably because I hate my life.

 I've been brought up in an Orphanage since I was five.

 The only things I can remember about my parents are too disturbing to describe.

 I've been kicked out of two Schools.

 I'm unpopular; everyone is too scared of me to be my friend.

 I have a stupid birthmark on my Arm, which is blatantly obvious to everyone. Plus it says a very strange thing. It says FVI6. I've often got teased about it, and it pisses me off.

The things I have done in my life are sick. These are things nobody will ever find out about.

The only reason I'm still here is because of Lisa Coghlan. In case you haven't guessed, she's my girlfriend. My rock. The thing I hold on to. If she broke up with me I'd go over the edge.

Today is my 18th Birthday, but nobody's celebrating.

Nobody apart from Lisa. It's her 18th Birthday too.

Oh yeah, and the owners of the orphanage, because when we turn 18, they kick us out.

Me and Lise will be ok though. We both have jobs, and we bought a place together near here.

So today's our last day here. First thing tomorrow, we leave.

Which is good. I want to get away from the memories of this godawful place. The memories of what I have done.

If anyone knew what I've done, I'd be in Jail before I could say: "Not Guilty!" Not that I would say that. I am guilty.

You see, I have a problem with rage. Sometimes it makes me do things. Bad things.

But anyway, life is good right now. I got Lise, and we're gonna leave.

Right now though, I'm gonna go to bed. It's around 10pm, and I'm tired.

I got into bed. Before I knew it, dreams of my past were plaguing me…….

I was Ten years old. Still at my first School. Malcolm Rice was pushing my battered body against the wall.

"You asshole!" He shouted at me. "Nobody calls me that and gets away with it!" He smashed my head on the Bricks.

I got mad.

"Screw you!" I shouted back, and punched him in the face. He got dazed, and staggered away from me. That's when I delivered a kick, which landed straight on his Balls.

"Ah! Shit!" He fell down onto the floor.

All the hate from Primary School boiled up in me. I raised my foot.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! I kicked him several times in the Head. Each kick was for one time he had damaged me. Each kick was a symbol of my scars.

He was bleeding, bruised, nearly unconscious.

"Please." He gasped. "Stop. I'm…..I'm sorry."

"No way!" I shouted, and I raised my foot for the final kick, right to his face.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and looked into the face of Principal Yilmaz.

"I think you two better come with me." He said.

Later, I was in Yilmaz's Office.

"How did this happen?" He asked us.

"Well," I began. "Malcolm was-"

"He just lunged at me for no reason!" Malcolm got there first.

"Mr Rice, please let Mr Schmidt talk!" Yilmaz shouted.

I continued. "Malcolm was pinching Girl's asses. I stepped him and told him to stop it. He asked me why. I said it was because otherwise he was a pervert. He got really mad and started to beat me up."

Malcolm snorted. "Like I ever did!"

"Mr Rice!!!"

"So, he was beating the crap out of me, so I got mad and punched him. Then kicked him. Then, when he was on the floor, kicked him again. A lot. But he started it! Just like he's been starting it for Five years!"

"Well, from what you said, I think you should be permanently excluded from the School. What I saw you do was shocking."

What? Expelled? Oh boy……………

Malcolm looked triumphant. I was so close to killing him, when Yilmaz said: "And Mr Rice, you will be suspended for three months. This is because of perversion and starting the fight in the first place."

He looked shocked. Just like I felt, but I didn't show it……………..

FLASH!

I was Twelve years old, and doing some homework in the orphanage common room, where everyone was. That's when Mrs Oldham, one of the orphanage owners, came in.

"Boys and girls, I have something to announce."

"You got your head out of your ass?" I guessed, and everyone laughed.

It was true, she was incredibly self-centred.

"No, David. We have a new addition to our crew. Please welcome Lisa Coghlan!"

She walked in, and at that moment, I knew I was in love.

It wasn't the long, blonde, luxurious hair. Nor was it the other beauty, the smile, the perfect skin, or anything else like that. It was the eyes. The brilliant eyes, that seemed to shine all the time. Any time I saw those eyes again, no matter what mood I was in, it made me happy.

She made me happy.

FLASH!

I was in an alley, at Thirteen years of age, 11:00pm. Being sick in a trash can.

I had just tried my first cigarette. Needless to say, I didn't like it. I've always had a strong sense of smell, and the smell was just horrible. That, plus the horribly bitter taste. I was just puking and puking and puking. Remind me never to smoke again.

"Hey, asshole. What's wrong, smokes too heavy for ya? I always knew you were weak!"

I turned round, to greet a very familiar face.

"Malcolm Rice. Screw you, I'm not in the mod."

"Heh. Lil no-parents Schmidt. What happened again? Your Mom went insane? No surprise, living with you."

The fist hit his face before he realized what was happening. He cried out in pain, as I punched him again. He was on the floor, down for the count.

"Please." He gasped. "Stop. I'm…..I'm sorry."

It was like three years ago all over again. He said the exact same words. I would do the exact same things.

"That didn't work the first time, did it, Malcolm?" I asked him. "It's not going to work now. And this time, there's no Yilmaz to stop me."

I kicked him in the face. A snap. I had broken his nose.

He stood up, and took a swing at me, like a drunk. He missed. My fist hit his face, just like before. He fell down again.

I took out my pocket knife.

"You fucked up my life," I said. "Messed up everything I did, got me expelled. Beat me up more times then I can imagine. But now, the ball's in my court. And I'm gonna show you what happens when you fuck with Schmidt."

I put my knife to his throat.

Thought about all the times he had made me upset.

And slit his throat.

Suddenly, I was myself again.

"Oh my god………." I moaned. I had just killed someone. I had just killed my worst enemy. What was I going to do? I started throwing up again, but this time on Malcolm's face.

He deserved it, a little voice in the back of my head said. You know he deserved it.

"Yes," I said to the voice. "Yes, he did."

Yes, he did. The voice carried on. Now,  quick, dispose of the body.

I dragged Malcolm's body to the river, on the other side of the street. And pushed it in. Luckily, nobody noticed me.

I ran home to the orphanage, my mind full of fear.

FLASH!

I went up to Lise, a teenager, at 14.

"Lisa, I don't know if you know this, but I've fancied you for ages. So, I was wondering if you'd………..go out with me?"

She smiled at me. "David, I've liked you for quite a while too. I was hoping you'd ask me out. So, of course, the answer is yes."

I smiled back. "Sweet. Talk to you later."

"Ok, bye!"

I walked away. Whoa, who'd have thought that would have turned out so well? I never knew she fancied me, either……………

FLASH!

Fifteen years old. In Mr Regen, the principal of my second school's, Office.

"David," He started. "I understand that Miss Gestern caught you in the Male's toilets writing 'Regen is a twat.' on the walls. Why were you doing that?"

"Well, you are for one thing." I replied. "I'm not gonna lie."

He looked pretty annoyed at that. "David, I will not tolerate that." He said. "I understand your life has been pretty awful…"

"No shit, Sherlock." I interrupted.

"…but that doesn't mean I should treat you differently to everyone else. Therefore, I am giving you an after school detention, in which you have to wash all that horrible graffiti off the walls."

"Blah, blah, blah." I said. "You talk too much, Regen."

"That is it!" He started shouting. "You have another after school detention! I will tell the dinner ladies not to wash up anything for a week, and at the end of it, you will have to wash all the things up!"

"You sick bastard!" I shouted. "You can't make me do that, that's slavery!"

"I can and I will." He said.

"No, you can't!" I said. I'm not gonna go to any after school detention, screw you!"

"That….is….IT!" He said. "I've had it with you! You are expelled, permanently!"

"See if I care." I said. "I'm off, goodbye, you sicko!"

I dodged the stapler he threw at me, and ran back to the Orphanage.

Who'd have thought I could have got the Principal so stressed?

Later that day, I was with Lise.

"So, he was going to make you wash up things?" She said. "That's sick! I'm glad I don't go to that school!"

"That's what I told him," I said. "He got really stressed and expelled me. I told him I didn't care, and he tried to throw a stapler at me. I ran out the room, and came back here."

"Heh," She said. "How did you get him that stressed?"

"I call it 'The Schmidt factor.'" I said. "It's also what makes me such a good kisser." Then I got depressed again. "Still, that's two schools I've been expelled from. It's really getting me down."

"Don't worry, David." She said. "I still love you, you know that?"

"I know, and I love you too, Lise."

I kissed her. She kissed back. We were two people, as one.

FLASH!

FLASH!

FLASH!

I woke up, and smiled. Yes, some times here had been bad, but some had been great. I really would miss this place.

"Come on, Lise!" I shouted from the car. "I got all the Stuff in!"

She appeared at the doorway, looking as lovely as always, and came to the car.

I turned to Mr and Mrs Oldham. "Well, bye!" I said.

"Goodbye, David." They said. "And you, Lisa. Have a nice time in the outside world."

"We will," I said. "We will."

We got in the car, waved to everyone, and drove off, into a new life.

Reviewers Response!

Animan – Don't worry, everything will be explained in this fic, you don't have to read any other fics!

Jinako-Chan – Aah, thanks for the compliment! Hey, update Threads of Fate soon!

Britz – Well, here it is! You can stop holding your breath!

The next chapter may be a while, since I'm not sure what to do for the next Chapter. Oh well, I'll think of something soon! J

~DJ Eagel

PS - I have turned this into The Fourth Reich Trilogy, and this is the first book.